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ʝαყҽ (
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2013-06-08 06:28 am (UTC)
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A month, the first. When I chose to.
The ship gave me a year, and I couldn't give it back. Can't. And it was mad. At me? I don't know.
[ She feels like she should know, should try to make it up to whatever is mad at her, to please and to prostrate. ]
Maybe I asked for it.
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The ship gave me a year, and I couldn't give it back. Can't. And it was mad. At me? I don't know. [ She feels like she should know, should try to make it up to whatever is mad at her, to please and to prostrate. ] Maybe I asked for it.